Locust by Tilt
Rated unrated
I don't expect a response from you and I Won't try to elicit one, I stroke your walls as I prowl along, They seem to be so strong, Your windows are on their own, they are Letting in a steady blow, I can hear the wings of the locust, But it doesn't seem to matter much I don't trust your corridors, Why do I hear the timber groan? I'm getting closer, Hitting rooms no light has shown, I like the fixtures, I adore the woodwork, I lay prone, Making out faces in the plaster, My fingers probing The molding for a trigger Volumes of polaroids, Commemorate Nothing to speak of, To speak of, There are whole sections of this house Not on the floor plan, And I will ransack 'til I find myself an entry You can't afford to let me go on searching for a motive, You've got to assure me, Don't allow me to doubt, Produce the passkey satisfy my suspicions, Will you trick me to co-author your plans, Elaborate plans
Tilt Releases
Release with solid bullets feature Locust